#laly asks

[theyaoiconnoisseur]

Trick or treat!

Hi laly :D

Have a treat made mayoi :D

[rhythmgamer]

*shy biting*

!!! biting you on your arm i hope you're doing well <33

[vanskyfox]

💖 Barbie/Ken Coded Para Annita ''Ann'' Galán

NOT A BARBIE GIRL IN A BARBIE WORLD 🎶

Descargo de responsabilidad: Los peinados que lleva Ann son pelucas. Disclaimer: The hairsyles worn by Ann are wigs

Bajo la línea de corte la verdadera Ann, para que entiendas porque esta tan molesta ⬇️

Below cut line the real Ann so you can understand why she's so upset ⬇️

[makorra-scarf]

Im not aure if you're still active, it's fine if you're not, but I'm still upset makorra didn't happen. They had so many cinematic cues it's upsetting. Sincerely, someone who recently rewatched LOK.

Hi hi! I'm not super active on this blog anymore, but every once in a blue moon I'll reblog stuff lol.

I'm also still sad about makorra ;_; the setup was there and everything, it's honestly confusing and frustrating just from a cinematic standpoint.

I've been cooking an LOK rewrite in my brain for a long time, and maybe one day I'll post it, haha. There's so many things in the series that I wasn't satisfied with, so I think it could be a fun project (not that I'm a professional or anything haha).

Thanks for the message! (Your avatar is very cute btw!)

[mamadarama]

QUESTION

IN THE TEXTPOSTS 173, I SAW THIS

AS A CHARACTER-WITH-LITTLE-PONYTAILS LOVER, NOTICING HINATA'S HAIRSTYLE, I RUSHED TO GO DOWNLOAD THE CARD

BUT HE HAS NO PONYTAIL

I went throught the five stages of grief while desperatly trying to find ponytail Hinata... Am I missing something... I don't understand...

btw sorry if this come off as rude i'm joking even if i am wondering why he has no ponytail- or if someone asked this already and i missed it--

OH JEEZ I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE .... THE ONE IM USING MUST BE A CARD EDIT ....... i try not to use edited pngs i had no clue that one was edited wtf ill have to make my own transparent of that one . sorry to disappoint you </3

[bluepallilworld]

Mmh oui baguette fromage 🇨🇵

(je pourrais très bien parler un français normal mais j'ai pas d'idée de message)

Rien de tel qu'un bon vieux retour aux clichés habituels, hein? :D

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ur legit one kf my fav writers

ur writings bring me this sort of fondness of surreality that i can’t help but fall into your words like im the one living them bro

like everything you write brings me comfort of sm sorts i can’t even explain in words man

AAAAA HI THERE 🥺🥺🥺🥺 that’s!!! so kind of you to say!!!!! i’m so happy my writing can bring you some comfort, that’s my number one goal…… ANDDDD i always get so giddy when i hear ppl say they feel immersed while reading!!! i’m so glad!!!

ahhh you’re just. so sweet!!! tysm for your support and this message :’3 i hope my silly fics will continue to bring you comfort in the future too <33

[lali-hoe]

Groping is hot but especially grabbing that little space where your ass meets your thigh and pulling up and out just a little so it spreads your cheeks and your pussy out just a little bit.... letting your cheeks slip out of their hands as they squeeze up your ass, just to cup back at that little part just to start it all over again...

[ominous-semicolons]

Trick or treat!!!!

TRICK lizard be upon ye

[birthday-of-music]

Trick or treat !!!!

laly!! you get.. these black cat candies

[tobeysingzpayphone]

fred figglehorn killed my grandma ☹️

no i didnt

[hullosweetpea]

hello friend!!! for your plot bunnies list, 1 and/or 22 please!!! 💛

how about both!

1.) baby stobin series ❤️

baby stobin, my beloved 🥺. this is just a series of one-shots based on my stobin month prompt “birthday” wherein stobin meet at age six and become the cutest bffs. in a perfect world, i work on this whenever and just surprise drop stobin moments. i just have a lot of emotions of stobin going through the growing pains of childhood 🥹I’ve being going back and forth on if i would write the series to overlap with the show or stop where s1 starts. The current one i’m working on is middle school stobin, so here’s a snippy snippy:

Steve watches Robin ride up the sidewalk of Hawkins Middle School. “Robbie, over here!”

She coasts to the bike rack —barely stops her bike in a slot— and tackles Steve in a hug. “I missed you, Stevie!” 

“I wanted to call, but my Mom wouldn’t let me.” Steve pushes Robin off of him and stands. He holds a hand out to her. “Come on, I want to show you all the cool stuff.” He pushes through the front doors and the student body is a mass of limbs. A large banner that reads “Welcome Back!” hangs above the hallway. Steve shoulders his way through the crowd and stops at a wall of lockers. “This one is mine.” He spins the lock and opens the door. “Look, I’ve already put our pictures up.” He points to a row of photo booth film. “Your locker’s going to be in the sixth grade hallway.” 

“Slow down! I’ve barely got in a word and I haven’t seen you since the end of July.” Robin places her hands on Steve’s shoulders. She frowns and tilts her head from side-to-side. “Still, tragically, 30% hair and 70% dingus.” 

Steve laughs and bumps his shoulder against hers. “So are you.” 

Robin blinks and squishes Steve’s face between her hands. “When did you get braces?” 

Steve feels his face flush. “Around the middle of August. I can’t eat gummy worms now.” He pouts. 

“No! Who’s going to eat my green gummy worms now?” Robin shuts Steve’s locker and pulls a folded paper square from her pocket. “Can you help me find Mr. Clarke’s room? He’s my home room.” 

22.) TikTok Stobin

So this is v much just an idea that was written down, but this one is based on a TikTok that was shared in the server a hot minute ago and I would have to track it down. It shows a woman knitting and she talks about how she can hear her apartment neighbor through their shared walls and he tells all his dates the same really cute story about himself and his grandma. and then it cuts to like a year later, and the woman is knitting something else and she tells the story about how she left her window open that looks out into the complex’s hallway and she totally flashes her neighbor and his date and she’s just like “what’s the appropriate apology for that” and the whole thing is v stobin coded.

send me a number between 2-40 and i’ll tell you about a stranger things prompt

[twinkletfout]

Gojo finally gets what he wants —

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ

You want to eat something salty while Gojo wants something sweet, a fight broke out between the two of you based on this, you didn't back down on your wish to eat what you wanted neither did Gojo Satoru.

Thank you to my girly, Lali for bringing up this idea, <3

Waking up late, you didn't bother showering but went straight to the kitchen. Since you came home from work so late last night, you were too lazy to get something to eat for yourself. You were more than sure that you were not taking care of yourself better, last time when you were on your period, the cramps felt so painful that you decided not to go to work.

After all the bloody war, your ovulation cravings kicked in, you were feeling like eating something salty like buttered toast. Just from the thought of it made you even more hungry. Getting some butter and some bread from one of the kitchen shelves, you started to spread some butter on the bread.

You heard footsteps approaching from behind you, realising Gojo finally woke up. He quickly spotted you and leaned on the kitchen counter close to you. “Watcha makin’ ?” He asked as he rubbed his eyes. “Not even a good morning?” You asked as you switched to the next bread. “Mornin’” he murmured. Then you finally said, “Toast” still not looking up at him as you were busy with making your food. Not much time later he said “what?!” to that you looked up at him, “what?” You asked back.

“Why toast?” he protested again as he took one of the bread from your hands and put it in the toaster. “Why? You don't want it?” Wondering why he is so pissed about some toasts. “I want something sweet,” he said as he went to look for something in the fridge. “Seriously Satoru? In the morning?” He closed the fridge and looked back at you sternly. “So what?” he walked back towards you when you ignored his protest and continued to do what you wanted. “Why are you being so persistent?” you refused to look up at him as you continued to be silent to him. You put one of the bread in the toaster, just after you put it inside, his strong hands wrapped around your wrist, bringing it closer to his chest. “Why don't we make pancakes, love?” He asked again, but you were definitely not going to change your mind.

“Fine” He let go of your hand quite forcefully, as he started to leave the kitchen. “I cant even eat what i like in this house anymore?” You finally spoke, which led Gojo to tilt his head towards yours. “Why are you making everything an argument?” He snapped back. "Oh, now I'm the problem, huh?" you raised your voice, waiting for him to say something, he started walking towards you, he got closer and closer as your back hit the kitchen counter. He put his hands on both sides of the counter, trapping you as he gently whispered all while looking into your eyes. “you wanna have ur toasts?, Sure, I’ll have my own sweet breakfast right here.” He grabbed your waist as he flipped you over and slid down your sweats. A slight yelp left your lips as you felt one of his fingers on your clit.

He kissed down your back as he gently bit and licked the flesh on your ass, planting small kisses as he spread your cheeks as he dived in. Pathetic little moans left you as you cried his name, “Sa— Satoru,, mnhm,,” he hummed as a response as you called out his name, sucking and licking, as he spread your pretty little pussy lips. Teasing your cunt with his tongue while you screamed in pleasure. His grip on your butt tightened, with each lick. A sharp pain shooting through you as the sound of the slap to your ass echoed, your nasty juices only seemed to increase with that, he pulled away to plant a kiss to the exact same place where he slapped. “My sweet thing” he groaned while he kept rubbing your clit. “Gonna cum for me?, Hm?” He cooed while a erotic voice came out of your mouth as he slipped his fingers inside your wet little cunny.

He kept on fingering you as he stood up, grinding himself on to your body, his boner getting bigger as the orgasm ripped down your body, clenching around his fingers to stop him from wrecking it so much but he didn't seem to stop even though your legs gave out as your body shuddered with so much pleasure. He slowly pulled out of your pussy as he gave a light slap on your clit making your body jerk while your eyes rolled back to your head.

He caught you before you could even crumble down, his hands wrapping around your waist as he ordered you to hold on to the counter, you hummed as a response while you saw him undoing his sweats, letting his aching cock free, not wasting any time he spread your cheeks apart and thrusted inside a groan leaving his mouth as he did.

One of his hands climbed inside your top as he squeezed and pinched your nipples, earning a moan from you. His other hand grabbed on to the back of your neck as he forced you on to the kitchen counter as his pace increased. “Fuck” he muttered under his breath. “You and your pretty little mouth” he said, as the sound of flesh slapping on flesh filled the kitchen. “Makes me want to shut it up” a rumble of voice was all you heard. The grip on your neck tightened as he kept pounding into you, much harder. “I wanna kiss you like this every night, baby” he murmured, “Haa, o-only my name rolling out of your sharp tongue,” his dick twitched inside you, as you felt another orgasm building up inside you. “hate that i love it so fucking much” his breath hitched as his body moved ina final motion as he spilled ropes after ropes of cum deep within, your eyes rolled back to the warmth filling you. A cry of pleasure fell from your mouth. He moaned your name as he kept on coming.

You slowly collapsed fully onto the kitchen counter as he pulled himself out from you gently, the cum he filled you up with starting to drip out as he did. Your whole body trembled due to the warmth that he left behind. Your toaster did a ‘ting’ sound as the bread was finally done. He tucked himself as he said he was going to take a shower. “I think your breakfast is ready babe” he said with a smirk plastered on his face.

[baby-yongbok]

Sunset

Bang Chan x Thick Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, non idol

✨Masterlist ✨

Warnings: Unprotected sex (Wrap it up, guys), Cheating (Married reader/ Chan is dating someone) , Strangers to One night lovers, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Oral sex (M receiving) Slightly rough, Uh.. that’s it really? It’s just Smut, Sorry if I missed any tags. Explicit content so MDNI please.

Word Count: 2677

Note: First Person POV + This was something that I just whipped up real quick and wanted to share. It’s short compared to what I usually like to write but I thought you’d enjoy it! Just a quick smutty Chan fic to entertain ya.

Summary: The Sunset diner is your go to place to retreat, it allows you to meet new people while immersing yourself in the arts. It’s become your routine to relax at the diner every night and seek some...company. One night a new customer arrives and you just cant seem to keep your eyes off of him. You have to have him.

The Sunset studio and diner has always been a safe haven for me, ever since I was thirteen years old my step dad would bring me here and buy me a hot chocolate and two cookies before letting me roam around the studio and stare at the artwork in awe. It bought him enough time to smash whatever girl he picked up along the way in the bathroom then come back and act like he was never gone. I never cared, I was too fascinated with the artwork and the soft melodies of the guitars that the customers brought from home, or the grand piano by the entrance being played by whoever thought they were good enough to have the entire studio hear them. I was always amazed by those people, by their confidence, it was different from the kind that I possessed and I enjoyed being in its presence. No one has dared to play the piano in months though, not in my visits to the diner. 

"Thank you, Lali." I nod my head to the waitress that serves me almost every night and she smiles back as always.

I continue my watercolor painting enjoying the ambient sounds of guitars and what I’m pretty sure is a ukulele when suddenly I hear it. My head snaps up and my eyes land on the brown haired man focusing on the keys of the grand piano. Others in the diner still their movements as they stare, those who are sitting around me stop talking and listen to the melody that he's producing. He continues to play a song that I've never heard before, an original maybe? The beauty in the notes that he's playing makes me close my eyes as the music builds me up to a feeling of bliss that I haven’t felt in what feels like forever. 

As the piece picks up speed I start to wonder about its purpose. Is it an ode to tragedy or love? They are both one in the same in the end but I'd love to pick his brain. Suddenly the melody comes to a halt before he lightly strokes the last three keys. The sound of the last key drags out beautifully and applause erupts quickly after. The young man's head jolts upward and a small dimpled grin plays upon his lips before he stands and playfully bows before the studio. As the studio calms down I watch him carefully as he picks up his bag and makes his way to the counter to order a drink. I can’t help myself as I find myself ear hustling. 

"That was beautiful." One of the employees that I don't know that well raves. 

"Thank you, I appreciate it." His response is dry, he's uninterested. 

"Chan?" Lali calls from the pick up counter and I glance back to watch him pick up his drink. He smiles warmly at Lali but he's still uninterested, what is he interested in? He scans the studio searching for a spot to sit and I quickly continue painting. He makes his way past my booth and I decide to go in for the kill. 

"Excuse me." He turns around to me and his eyes soften once they land on mine, why's he so tense?

"May I ask what you got to drink? It looks divine." The same small grin as before plays upon his lips as he turns completely to me.

"An iced black tea with mint and cream." 

"Oh, wow that sounds as divine as it looks, thank you." His eyes stay on mine as I offer him a smile and for the first time since he's stood from the piano he seems interested.

"It's my pleasure, I can't help but notice your painting. It's beautiful, truly stunning." Tapping the end of my paint brush against the table I shrug at him. 

"It's alright, I'm experimenting with watercolor tonight. Would you like to have a seat?" I wave my hand towards the seat across from me and he kindly accepts. Sliding into the booth I get a swift whiff of his scent, a musk of some sort, Egyptian? Himalayan maybe.

"I'm not much of an artist, the world of paint intimidates me." He chuckles and I bring my hand up to rest my chin in the palm. 

"Funny, you don't seem like the type to be intimidated by much." His eyebrow raises at my response as he lets it linger, he clearly doesn't plan to ask what I mean. He's waiting for me to elaborate, but I'm not the type to volunteer information and he doesn't seem like the type to ask about it. 

"Do you come here often?" He asks disregarding my previous comment, I can't help but chuckle. 

"Every other week since I was thirteen, I upgraded to every day at 9pm a year ago." He shakes his head and sips his drink.

"I'm passing through this town, thought I'd look for a place to relax and stop driving for a while." 

"You made a wonderful choice stopping here, especially since you seem to be a fellow creative. That was a beautiful piece you played earlier." He nods and offers a quiet thank you. "Have you always played? Or have you just recently learned how to move your fingers like that?" 

There his eyebrow goes again, raised and displaying his curiosity. "I've always played." 

"Oh, how wonderful you must have such a careful way of doing things then. I've always found that those who play the piano are drawn towards the more intricate things in life." 

We stare at each other for a few seconds, both grinning and scanning each other. He breaks our gaze, sitting up straighter he pushes his drink over to me.

"Have a taste." His eyes meet mine again and this time I challenge his gaze, holding it as I wrap my lips around the straw and suck up the tasty liquid. "Don't be greedy, now." 

A small moan escapes me at the sound of his warning. Releasing the straw from my lips I grin at him. "Delicious, the mint is a really nice touch." 

"Would you like for me to get you one?" 

"No thank you, I like yours." The chuckle that falls from his lips stirs something up in me that I haven't felt in a while. He's flipping a switch that no one has been able to in a while and I am loving it. 

"What do you do for a living?" Eyebrows furrowed and both elbows on the table he awaits my answer. 

"I'm an art professor." There goes that eyebrow raise. 

"Professor? Excuse me for my rudeness but my curiosity is getting the best of me. May I ask your age?" 

"You may." He's visibly amused by my answer. He's clearly a bit younger than me. He's easy to get to but not too easy. 

"Twenty-five and yourself?" 

"Twenty-three" I knew it, experienced but not too much. "Too young for you?"

"Not at all, you'll be fun to seduce." There go those damn eyebrows, I wonder if he knows he's doing that at this point. I'm not mad at it, it's just interesting. 

"Seduce, huh?" 

"Mhm, I'm already turning you on." He leans forward in his seat and folds his arms. 

"How so?" 

" You like that I'm not easy to read, you're also into the fact that we both dabble in the arts of some sort. You're impressed by my age and my beauty, and you've been keeping consistent eye contact with me. Not to mention your manspreading which when across from an attractive female is an invitation to make an advance." He leans back against the booth, arms still crossed. 

"Are you sure you don't teach psychology?" Smiling in his direction I nod before checking the time. 

"Drive me home?" Checking his watch he keeps his eyes on me as I pack my art supplies.

"Is 11:15pm your cut off time here?" Grabbing his bag and finishing his drink he slides over to the end of the seat. 

"Not usually, but I have to get to the next step in seducing you." Laughing, he stands and grabs my bag for me. 

"I should've probably told you this before but I'm actually driving down to see my girlfriend." Shrugging my shoulders I pass him.

"And I'm married, your point?" Making my way through the doors of the studio I close my eyes briefly as the night air brushes my skin, the beginning of fall is always so relaxing. 

"This way." Brushing his hand along the small of my back he starts walking towards his black Mercedes Benz G-Class. I guess he's not bothered by my relationship status, I'm glad we're on the same page. "After you." Opening the door for me and placing my bag at my feet he closes it after me and I quickly do a breath and pit check before he gets to the driver's side. Once he's inside he asks where I live and I say nothing, looking over at me I meet his gaze and smile at him. 

"I never got your name.” he relaxes into his seat 

"Chan, and yours" I don't plan on answering him, it's actually best if I don't. His breath hitches in his throat as I begin to palm him through his jeans. 

"I like to think about how you'll recall this memory over the next couple of months." Getting on my knees in the passenger seat I leaned over to unbuckle his belt. "How you'll recall the blissful feeling of my mouth on you, the nameless woman you met at the studio." 

Unzipping his pants teasingly slow, neither of us break our continuous gaze. "How I'm so much better than the girl you're going to visit, sexier, more spontaneous. Has she ever sucked you off in your car?" He shakes his head revealing the obvious answer.

"I didn't think so." My mouth sinks down his shaft and he draws in a deep breath. His hand tangles into my hair and the other grips the steering wheel. He clearly hasn't received oral in awhile, I'd be surprised if he lasts longer than three minutes. 

"Oh my fucking god" He rests his head against the headrest and his grip on my hair gets tighter as I work his shaft, my tongue playing with the underside of his dick where his head and shaft meet, my favorite part of any man's cock. "You're pretty fucking good at that, baby." 

Humming in response I take his length deeper down my throat swallowing around him. I think that today I'll try not to use my hands, I'd like to make him finish strictly with my mouth. "Shit, babe let me kiss you." 

Humming in response I continue to work my head up and down his dick. "I said let me fucking kiss you." Pulling my head up off of him he holds my chin in place as his lips aggressively meet mine. Moaning into him I part my lips allowing his tongue to explore the depths of my mouth as he pleases. His hand explores my body, fondling my breast and Tracing the dips of my curvy figure. 

"You're a fucking slut aren't you?" Moaning at the sound of his husky voice I nod. "Finish a sluts job then." Pushing my head back down to his cock I open my mouth taking his member back down my throat. Groans and moans fall from our mouths as I sucked him, the anticipation of his sticky cum coating my throat excites me. 

"Just like that, give me all of that pretty mouth." His cock twitches in my mouth and I start to slow down eliciting a frustrated groan from Chan as well as a slap on the ass. "Don't you tease me, slut." 

Smiling slightly I pick up the pace finding my rhythm, it's not long before he explodes in my mouth gifting me with the taste of him. Swallowing every last drop I sit up and start preparing to make my escape when he grabs my wrist and ushers me over into his lap. Leaning back into the steering wheel I accidentally honk the car horn with my backside and we both chuckle after the surprise and panic subside. Adjusting his seat so that it's further away from the steering wheel and slightly leaned back I adjust myself so that I'm comfortable before crashing my lips to his. Grinding into him my skirt rides up revealing my bare ass and his hand wastes no time gripping a handful and landing a firm smack on either cheek eliciting a deep moan from me. Before I realize it his length slips inside of me filling me up and reaching every spot that I need him to. 

"Fuck, oh my god." Moans uncontrollably spill as he thrusts up into me. 

"What about you, huh? Are you going to think about the guy you met at the studio? How he seduced you just as effectively as you did him." Picking up his speed he finds a rhythm that is bound to make me cum early. " How he made you cum so quickly that you can't fathom what a night with him would be like." Just as those words leave his mouth my orgasm washes over me in a wave stronger than any man has ever caused before. 

"Or how about the way he kept you coming over and over again." One of his hands snaked down to my pussy and started aggressively rubbing my currently sensitive clit. The other hand lifted my shirt to reveal my bare chest, lifting his knee a bit and pushing me forward. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth as he readjusts his other hand to replace his length with two fingers, as his thumb finds and rubs my clit. Bouncing with the rhythm of his fingers I end up riding his digits as my second orgasm crashes into me. 

"Chan" All I manage to moan out is his name, the only thing I can remember at this point is his name and maybe how to breathe but even that seems to be failing me at the moment. I climax for a third time and he releases my nipple from his mouth. 

"You look so pretty while you ride my fingers, go ahead and come for me again, kitten." I can't help but to completely let loose at the sound of him as my final orgasm rips through my body. I become limp on top of him and he slowly removes his fingers from me and slips them into his mouth. "Just as sweet as I thought you'd be." 

Littering kisses up my neck and cheek he lifts me up a bit to meet his gaze. "You better clean yourself up, I'd hate for your husband to start a fight with you and ruin your night." Smiling over at him I sit up and pull down my shirt. Then climb back over into the passenger seat and pull down my skirt. Chan fixes the driver's side chair and I wipe my mouth with my forearm, my formerly messy hair is still messy so that's not a problem at all. Suddenly Chan grabs the back of my neck, ushering my face towards his and our lips meet In a heated kiss. I let his lips linger and dance with mine for a while before pulling away.

"Thank you for seducing me." He smiles teasingly as I laugh.

"It was my pleasure." Bending down and grabbing my bag I open the passenger door. 

"Where are you -" 

"My husband picks me up from here at 12:10am every night." Smiling over at him I almost close the door completely before opening it again. He looks at me hopefully with those damn eyebrows raised and his small grin painted upon his lips, I felt a wave of heat wash over me and I couldnt help what I said next. "Y/n."

"Y/n, thank you." Smiling, I look down at my feet before closing the car door and turning on my heels heading back inside of the studio. Walking up to the counter I smile at Lali as she asks what I'd like. 

"A large iced black tea with mint and cream, please."

[purecantarella]

No Touching

not much to say, i hope you lovelies enjoy!! lisa manoban x reader disclaimer/s : smut. a failed attempt at roleplay but i think i got it...? i suggest going to look for fluffier or angstier content.

Cheers echo throughout the modified practice room with Lisa leaning up against the cold metal pole, panting with a proud smile on her lips as her members scream and shout. Even a proud clap from their choreographer. She beams with delight before bowing low.

"You looked hot Lisa! The blinks are going to love it!" Rosé pipes up before slipping the dancer a cold bottle of water. She presses it against her own skin, enjoying the cool feeling it brought her.

Jennie sauntered up with a cheeky and gummy smirk. "I know just who else may like it."

Lisa flushes at the thought of you, her girlfriend, seeing her performance. She was fully aware of how you'd look at her, how much you'd want her, just how impatient you would be. She bites her lip at the thought of you brash hands manhandling her right there and then when the other girls snicker to themselves seeing the aroused flush on her face.

"We're gonna let you get home to her then..." Rosé throws as she plucks her and Jisoo's bags from the ground as an idea dawns on the dancer. She looks up to the group's choreographer who is staring at her phone.

She hops up to the choreographer with an innocent smile, "Unnie?" The older woman hums before looking up at the dancer with a quirked brow. "Is this room available for the next four hours or so?"

"Four hours?!" Jennie calls from beside the other members.

You walk into Blackpink's regular practice room upon Lisa's sudden request. Claiming she wanted to show you her new choreography for the concert, you dashed there as soon as you could.

"Lali? Princess?" You call out in the dark room. You're sure you're in the right room, Money plays faintly in the background of the dimly lit room as you eye the pole in the middle of the room. Quirking a brow, you continue into the room, looking around for your girlfriend, the other girls, or even staff.

Your heart jumps into your throat as you watch your girlfriend, in nothing but a black bralette and a pair of skimpy shorts. Unable to control your eyes from taking in her tight stomach, the dip of her chest and you're practically drooling at the sight. A grin falls on your face, "So that's why you asked me here, Lali."

As your hand reaches to pull her by the waist, she slaps your hand away looking almost offended. "If you don't want to get in trouble with my manager, I suggest you keep your hands off." Your ears turn hot as you look around frantically for her manager to be sitting somewhere behind you. "Is your manager—"

"And my name is Lily, I don't know this Lali you're talking about." Again, the familiar brown orbs are laced in a cold exterior and a dark lust. Lily then pulls you by your collar, pushing you towards the back of the room where the couch is before shoving you onto the plush of the seat. "And I am not your princess."

You feel your pants get incredibly hot as she turns around, taking slow and counted steps towards the pole in the center of the room, her hips swaying to the beat. When she does reach the pole, she strokes the metal slowly, her eyes never breaking from yours, "You paid for a private show, didn't you?"

Your mouth is dry as you catch onto what she's playing at, you gulp whatever's spit is left in your mouth harshly only making her smirk as her long, muscular leg wraps around the cool rod, confidence and desire filling her gaze.

"You liked my performance that much?" She rasps as she mounts the pole, circling around it as her hair falls gracefully behind her. You watch her entire body tighten trying to keep herself from falling, her muscles are tense and it makes you go wild seeing just how fit your girlfriend was. "It's hard to not be impressed...especially when you look and move the way you do, miss Lily."

The dancer smiles as you play along, her leg drops and stabilizes itself on the ground as on leg still remains wrapped around the pole. Her shorts rile up so high that you see most of her ass and get a peak at her dark panties. You tilt your head to the side to get a better look at how the fabric clings to her cunt, pulled up so tight that you could see the outline of her center.

Biting your lip you mutter to yourself, "Holy shit she's hot."

Lisa, still in character, smiles sinfully before pulling her other leg down, strutting back to you. Her voice low as she says, "You really think so?" Her hands corner you into your seat, your breath hitching as her chest peeks out at you. The dancer leans forward, pressing her lips to your ear as her voice drops to an even lower octave, "Then maybe I can bend the rules...just this once."

Your voice trembles as your hand ghosts her waist, begging to pull her closer to you. She eyes your hand before pushing it away, "I never said you could touch me. But..." She lifts her knee up to your own needy center, rutting it into you. You gasp at the sudden contact as your eyes fall slightly, your hand grabbing her waist to which she tuts.

She pulls away, much to your dismay, to tug her shorts off slowly and still oddly on beat to the song. 'She's really committing to the bit...' You think to yourself before she takes the flimsy fabric behind you, smiling faux-innocently as she ties your hands together. "I need to make sure you don't man-handle me with those beautiful hands of yours..." She pauses and laughs against your neck, making you shudder as her breath tickles you.

"That's for another time, no?" You nod helplessly, "This time is free just because your so cute but next time you have to pay extra for this." You breathe a moan as she rolls her leg along your cunt. You move your hips, chasing her leg for the friction to get you off only for her to pull away. "Getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we, stranger?"

You smile sarcastically as you writhe against the cloth around your wrists. She pats your cheek as she lifts her leg to straddle your hips, "If I'm going to break the rules, I want you to work for it, stranger." Your neck strains from you far you were leaning out to just be centimeters short. "You're in for it, princess."

"Sorry, but you're just going to have to sit through aaaaall of this, stranger." Her hand is on the hook of her bra as you ogle at her all over again, straining harder in your seat as she exposes her perky chest to you. Lisa giggles at your expression, breaking her meticulously kept character for a moment, "Tonight is going to be so fun for me."

and im going to hell...also im imagining being at the bp concert and watching lisa dance to money while getting on that pole. i think i would faint then and there and just hope that lisa would be the last image in my head before i died HAHAHAH anywayyy i hope you lovelies enjoyed this and im sorry for missing yesterday, meetings and classes hit me like a speeding truck and by the end of the day i just wanted to cry but here you go!! i hope you're all taking care of yourselves, i love you all so, so much and i will see you all tomorrow (or the day after we'll see) - r

[lea-heartscxiv]

☆English☆

Chris is not alone this time, Hana,Rania,Sam,Warren,Patito and Patito's friend (these last two didn't know anything about it), wanted to throw a party because it's the last days of summer and they have asked 'tito' Chris for a party, luckily for him yesterday he looked at @van-yangyin's website and saw that he had these beautiful heart-shaped antennas for sale and he bought them. TOTALLY FREE!

And this morning he rented a place with the help of Lali and Ann and set up the party there.

☆Español☆

Chris está vez no está solo, Hana,Rania,Sam,Warren,Patito y la amiga de Patito (estas dos ultimas no se enteraron de nada), querían montar una fiesta porque ya son los últimos días de verano y le han pedido a 'tito' Chris una fiesta, por suerte para él ayer miro la página web de @van-yangyin y vio que tenía a la venta estás preciosas antenas con forma de corazón y las compró. TOTALMENTE GRATIS!

Y esta mañana a alquilado un local con ayuda de las chicas y a montado la fiesta allí.